Lyrics:
La Chat Murder She Spoke

Always shoot you when you gone All you robbers got me wrong, I will show up at yo' home Gotta make my money job, Fuck wit me and you'll be gone Always striking for they call, La' Chat

[La Chat talking] Mayne look uh hurr, I'm tired of all these micrphone killin' ass hoes Yah know wha I'm talkin' bout'? Da type of hoes das gon' run

I'm straight up out dat ghetto lookin' fo' a come up I gotta make dat cheese talkin bout mega bucks I'm spittin much game and I'm pull 'em in this thangs

you don't believe bitch, shit you pull this thang You try to imitate my style just to get you some wang But did you know chat I really don't be givin'

my numbers Say you takein' care of me, Boy please whatever [Chorus x2] She's a peanut butter, mutha fucka, nappy weave biitch Every time I see the hoe, she

[La Chat] Slob on my cat, get it nice and wet Checking with me, holla at la chat Fuck with yo girl, lick on my pearls Suck about a nut, like you is a

shit you don't fuck with me I need some 20's and you niggas just ain't talkin bout shit I guess that leaves me wit no choice but go rob me a trick See murder I spoke

MUTHA FUCKIN GROUND HOE! HYPNOTIZE GOT DAMN POSSE IN YO HOUSE BITCH! Gangsta Boo,Crunchy Blac,Lord Infamous,DJ Paul,Juicy J,La Chat and my new nigga

slang fifty ****'* I'm at now Fifty a wop, purple top, *****, I'm back, clown Crystal bottles, Grey Goose for the chat lounge Channel seven news, older dude, murder